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I imagine a world where there is no advertising visible unless you open a specific brochure.Where there is not a split between public parks, and private farms that depend on exploited labor to pick food but rather public spaces with trees, and letting people pick the fruit directly.Or hang out if they want.Sturdy houses that are built to remain standing almost forever, with easy maintenance and upkeep.An investment that lasts for centuries, dropping the cost of housing to close to nothing over time.Investments in infrastructure, to help spread things out much more, ensuring that rural areas have access to internet, clean water, education, decent public transport, etc, to not have just gigantic cities or ghost towns.Without media being driven by ad revenue, and the constant consumerist propaganda, without algorithms designed to make social media as addictive as possible, what would people do?If your house is built to last, and you have most of your food growing on fruit trees, you care a bit for a garden…With clean water, food, and housing, you can have quite a good life, and there are lots of cool things you can do with other people that don't cost money!If you feel like there is not enough work to do, you could roleplay a bit.Pretend that you are a rent seeking owner, and evict yourself. Move all your stuff to the curb. Open a bank, and provide yourself with a loan. Do a contract, and then pretend that you are a judge, notary or lawyer or something to check it. Spend time on making the clothes and a little gavel. Put your stuff in a van, and drive it around, visit multiple housing units, and then come back home, and move in with all your stuff. Write yourself a CV, and then hire yourself, to go pick the fruit, and then package it, put it on a shelf, then put a bar code on it. then scan that bar code, give yourself some money from one pocket to the other, and run with the package around the village for a while, before bringing it to your door, sign for it, run around the village once again to get home, and then you can enjoy food delivered right to your door, for just a little bit of work, and you will feel just like if you were in capitalism, doing 3 min wage jobs just to try and survive.Or, you could do things that help others, get invested in your community, in health or education, do services for people around you, help out your neighbors, be kind to people, etc, and get joy that way.You would have actual options.

Hello!Do I have an answer for you!As all, or at least most of you know Trump’s resort was scheduled to hold the next G7 meeting next June 2020. Rest assured that withdrawing that bid was the right thing to do.A Daily Mail reporter recently visited Trump’s Doral golf resort, where he wanted to lure foreign leaders and dignitaries like Buffalo Bill beckons luckless victims into shitty vans, and he found, well, a shithole.The Daily Mail visits @realdonaldtrump's Doral resort, finds:--Views of 2 different garbage dumps.--Mold on an A/C vent in the lobby and "on nearly every chaise-lounge by the pools."--Lingering fumes from jets on approach to MIA--Great service https://t.co/GJlSKdPpxd— David Fahrenthold (@Fahrenthold) November 1, 2019Fair warning, people with a delicate stomach better not read this until after dinner. This isn’t going to be pretty… Here we go!The Daily Mail:Visitors need only to sit by the aquarium windows of the resort's BLT Prime Restaurant to understand fully why it was ridiculous to even consider hosting an auspicious gathering like the G7 there.They can munch on a $106-porterhouse steak while enjoying the views of not just one but two county garbage dumps rising high above the golf course's palm-tree line – and getting higher by the day.If French President Emmanuel Macron was digging into a $38-Dover sole at a different window, he'd be able to spot, just to the west, the smokestacks and silos from a garbage-burning plant towering over the 12th hole of the resort's famed Blue Monster golf course.Oh, but it gets much worse:We checked out the Trump Spa, where guests can get a $300-massage with an anti-aging serum and organic oils that leaves 'your skin feeling like silk,' according to the resort's brochure.Silky skin, however, doesn't feel so silky if it touches the rim of the toilet in the men's gold-and-marble bathroom caked in what appeared to be feces, which we witnessed on the afternoon when we visited.There's the mold growing alongside a ceiling AC vent in the lobby and on nearly every chaise-lounge by the pools. As seen here;https://videos.dailymail.co.uk/video/backup/2019/11/01/2363233395656182395/960x540_MP4_2363233395656182395.mp4There are black stains in the large aging carpets by the lobby bar.During our stay, we found other malfunctioning equipment and questionable sanitary conditions at a resort where the average room goes for about $350 a night, placing it out of bounds for most Trump voters. Sanitary conditions like this;An overflowing cigarette waste receptacle outside one of the main entrances to the hotel.One more thing I just have to share with you:An airplane flies directly over the pool at the Trump National Doral Miami where noise from passing planes is constant and the planes were so low that bikini-clad floaters could get a whiff of kerosene fumes and see clearly the airline logos on the cabins.And that’s where Trump would’ve accommodated the other world leaders. Are you fucking kidding me? What kind of a disastrous, cataclysmic, gigantic, humongous embarrassment this would have precipitated on our country and its citizens as a whole?I rest my case. Happy weekend everyone and most of all, enjoy your dinner!

It was way back in 2013, when I was just 13 years old.2013We were in Gold Coast, Australia for a vacation.Gold coastWhile we were walking down the street in search of something to do, we came across a mall with a gigantic revolver on the side advertising a shooting range.RevolverThe neon flashed the unit’s number, and after walking around the mall, we finally found the shooting range.The shooting rangeWe went up to the counter and browsed through the brochure, which was filled with every gun you could dream of.GunWe eventually settled on a Glock 17, a Colt Python and an unknown .22LR rifle.Glock 17Colt Python.22lr rifleFirst up was the Glock 17.I loaded the magazine into the gun and tried to rack the slide.Racking a slideEmphasis on ‘tried’.For some reason, cocking a pistol was harder in real life than in a video game.Pistol being racked in a video gameEventually, I gave up and asked my dad to rack the slide for me.I then aimed the the Glock at a paper target and pulled the trigger.Aimed glockI rapidly pulled the trigger again and again, till the Glock 17 ran out.A Glock 17 that has run out of ammoThe smell of smokeless powder pierced the air, as I breath in the smell of the first bullet I fired.Smokeless powderIt was a repulsive smell, but the thrill of my paper kill made me want more.Paper killWe then moved onto the Colt Python.Its stance was imposing and the size of the ammo It fired made It even more scarier.I hesistated to pick It up and fumbled with the extractor.ExtractorI loaded in the ammo manually, pushed the cylinder in and cock the hammer.Hammer cockedI braced myself as I pull the trigger.There was a bright orange flash as my ears were tortured by Its fiery roar.Unlike the Glock 17, I hesistated with each trigger pull, wondering what I had signed myself for.But eventually, all 6 rounds were spent as I put the Colt Python on my ‘Never again’ list.Never againFinally was the .22lr rifle.I loaded the tiny .22lr bullets into Its equally tiny magazine..22lr ammoI pulled the charging handle back and fired the gun.There was virtually no recoil due to the .22lr’s small size and It felt more like an air gun than a bon fide firearm.Me and my dad loved the range so much that we went back to shoot more guns, or more specifically, the .22lr Rifle.After leaving australia, I would have to wait 2 years before I had the chance to shoot a gun again, but that is a story for another answer.That’s all folks!